Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.